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*white knuckled pallbearers for open handed corpses silent as the pastor emotionlessly reads the rehearsed eulogy i learn that funerals were never meant for the dead they were always meant for those left alive because you haven't truly lived until you've died inside* [holyoak]
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
I Just Want To Sell Out My Funeral
*white knuckled pallbearers for open handed corpses silent as the pastor emotionlessly reads the rehearsed eulogy i learn that funerals were never meant for the dead they were always meant for those left alive because you haven't truly lived until you've died inside* [holyoak]
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
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